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Chapter 22
Rhys
I COULDN’T GET ENOUGH of her. Kissing her felt like something totally new, something I’d never experienced before.
But it was stupid. What we were doing wasn’t right in the slightest. If I messed up and we got caught, Whitney would bear the brunt of the fallout.
“Rhys?” she whispered, brushing her mouth over my jaw. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” I rasped, momentarily lost in thought. I looked down at her, propped on my elbow as I ran my hands down her side and over her hip. She tucked into me, curling into the crook of my arm.
“What happens when we go back to Gatlington?” she asked as she toyed with the buttons on my shirt.
I leaned down to kiss her collarbone above the neck of her sweater and whispered, “I don’t know. It’s the last thing I want to think about right now.”
Her responding chuckle eased some of the tension in my body, and I relaxed, allowing myself to just be in the moment.
“You know what?”
“What?”
She brushed her fingers through my hair as I looked down at her. Her eyes were the color of emeralds in the dim light from the streetlights streaming through the window. “Every girl back at Gatlington would be so jealous to know I was the one who bagged you.”
“Bagged me?” I smirked, dragging my lips back up her neck before nibbling on her earlobe.
She squirmed, giggling and clutching my shirt between her hands.
“You’re all anyone could talk about all semester. Oh, Professor Ellis is so hot. He’s so dreamy. I wonder what he looks like without his shirt on.” She said the words in an overtly dramatic fashion.
“Are you trying to get a rise out of me, Whit?” I cupped her ass, adjusting her position beneath me.
“I heard someone say she’d like you to bend her over the desk in your office.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“I don’t blame her,” she whispered. “Thinking about you doing that to me...” She trailed off and closed her eyes as I trailed my fingers up and under her shirt. “I think about what you can do to me all the time.”
“You think about me bending you over a desk?”
“Or pressing me up against the stacks in the library and having your way with me.” Her breath hitched, and she arched her back when I cupped one of her perfect breasts.
My own breath was coming in heavy rasps as her body started to respond to my touch. I tilted my lips over hers and kissed her slowly and deep, ignoring the fact that none of those scenarios were doable in our situation.
“I can have my way with you here.” I rose up on my knees and pulled her sweater over her head, tossing it on the ground beside the bed. Her dark hair spilled over the pillows, and her eyes were hooded as she looked up at me. Whitney was a masterpiece. I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life.
Here, in this room, we were truly alone. No one in town knew us. We’d spent the evening as a couple, holding hands and sitting in a quiet corner of the bar talking about nothing and everything at once.
She felt like mine, and I was having a hard time rationalizing letting her go.
A kiss turned into much more, and soon we were both naked with the sheets tangled around us. I pulled her closer, her hips grinding into mine with each thrust. Watching her come undone beneath me had me riding a high like I’d never experienced in my life. I peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses as I held back, not wanting this to end. It shouldn’t be this good.
“Rhys!” she panted, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut as she arched her back. I felt her fall over an edge, her body trembling and breath coming in quick rasps as she went practically limp beneath me.
“Whitney.” I said her name like a prayer as my world shattered and spun, leaving me breathless as I collapsed beside her and pulled her against my chest. I closed my eyes, warmed thoroughly by her touch and close proximity, and before I knew it, she was sound asleep beside me.
I pulled the sheets up over us and tucked them around her before falling asleep myself.
WE SPENT TWO NIGHTS in Sleepy Hollow. Thanksgiving, a holiday I wasn’t accustomed to celebrating, took place at a quiet Chinese restaurant a few blocks away from our hotel. Neither of us said a word about going back to Gatlington. I don’t think we were capable of even bringing it up knowing in a few short days class would begin, and we’d have to act like none of this had happened.
